That Damn Drummer

Rocio Cosiano || 26 || Drummer This is fame not fortune  Closed RP for thelightsroleplay

[groupieruby-blog]

Ruby ran her fingertips over the packets of snacks as she debated whether or not it would be wise to buy something. Being a groupie without family money or a high paying, stable job was difficult while on tour but it was worth it. Although Ruby had never spoken to Rocio she recognised her as a drummer from the tour and greeted her with a warm smile. “It was amazing, wasn’t it? Wolfsbane is always incredible to watch. Don’t you just love their vibe?” 

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio plucked a pair of sunglasses off the shelf and pushed them up her nose absently looking at the golden haze everything took on as a result. She looked at the curly haired woman and tried to place her but nothing came to mind, so she ignored it and answered the woman’s question anyway. 

“Not really my style, that synchro DJ club music,” she shrugged detachedly, “But they had the crowd going wild, pretty good performers for DJs, interesting,” she admitted wandered closer to the woman after putting the shades back. “You got a ride to Wyoming?”

[rorybane-inspo]

Rory and Emi had stopped to fill up the van before heading out to Wyoming. Rory had pumped the gas and now he was heading in to pay and grab a few snacks and bottled waters for the drive. He was waiting in line at the cashier when he heard a voice. 

“Oh. Thanks,” he said to the girl by the sunglasses.

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio looked the guy over and stepped over, tucking her hands behind her back as she continued eyeing him. She didn’t mean to she just kind of- stared sometimes. “Not really into that sound but-” she shrugged and leaned on the register next to him, absently looking at what he was buying. “Tore up the stage, crowd seemed into it.”

She lifted her dark eyes to him and then down at the snacks and water. She glanced outside wondering what he was driving and then looked back at him, absently nodding over her shoulder, “Got room for one more?” she asked. Rocio always hitchhiked during the festival, it was both her way of saving cash- offering to buy gas and food along the way to pay her keep- and getting to know the up and coming bands and musicians and everyone in between. Besides, it reminded her of her time in the Fourth Wall, of her younger days hitching on the road and traveling the country in a beat up bus. 

She looked at him with a bored expression, “I can help pay my keep.”

[keepcalmandbeaking]

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

keepcalmandbeaking:

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[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

She was not trying to be stealthy she just liked to slink around and since the tour would be moving out soon, she figured she’d fill up on snack foods and drinks for the trip. She found some others from the tour and leaned around the shades to look at them, wondering who and where they were and from. 

“Hey,” she said nodding her head at one of them, “Good gig.”

[sayhellobello-deactivated201609]

“Yeah, I’m Ezra Bernal. I play drums for Only Love.” He said before nudging her slightly and winking. He didn’t feel to bad about her not knowing his name, he knew compared to Kai and Xander he wasn’t one of the first names people thought of. He didn’t have enough fingers to count how many times he’d gone to an event and people asked for one of his bandmates were. He watched her tearing into her food and couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m glad you’re enjoying that.”

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio gave the guy a blank look, she wasn’t sure she heard anything from Only Love, she probably did but she rarely paid attention to band names. To her it was about the sound not the people behind it, sounded crass and cold but Rocio was a distant type of person. She kept everyone at arm’s length. She slid her thumb between her lips and made a popping sound as she pulled it out, dark eyes locked on this Ezra fellow, almost like she was picking him apart slowly. “Rocio,” she said simply in response not bothering to acknowledge her band or her previous band. The Fourth Wall had gotten a pretty good following before the breakup and Sistine Chapel was climbing the charts decently but like she said, it was about the sound not the people. “How long?” she asked ignoring his statement about her food as she turned around finally to focus on getting the last fries at the bottom of the cup. She glanced at him and clarified, “You played drums?”

[wesley-robins]

       “Of all the fucking songs,” he groaned. She didn’t have to be speaking for him to know exactly what was coming out of her mouth. They wrote half a dozen songs before they made it big and there was a good reason none of them ever made it on albums. They were the exact sort of shit teenagers would come up with.

       Four drinks to the wayside but many drinks down he was in the exact state of mind he wanted to be. Rocio’s enthusiasm was crushing his carefully maintained pity party. “What’s this like your twenty sixth time at this?”

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio moved her glasses to the top of her head, them being fashion glasses more than prescription, and eyed Wes. She hadn’t seen him for most of the festival and her new band had kept her busy- she tried to keep in touch but when he went into rehab they kind fell away. 

“It’s a fun song,” she countered dully as she looked at him and took a swig from her tequila bottle. She looked him over. “It’s my eighth jackass,” she mumbled looking at him with her usual blank expression. “Just because your year sucked ass doesn’t mean I have to sink down to your level of pathetic,” she took another swig. “It’s New Year’s Eve, it’s like socially acceptable to get wasted and make poor decisions and you choose- whatever this is?”

[rick227]

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio was a little drunk, having helped herself to the bottle of tequila a fan had left for her one her previous tour with Sistine Chapel, and now she was making her way through the festival ground. She had a song in her head, an old song from her days in the garages with The Fourth Wall, and her arms swung and her head bobbed. She mouthed the words to her favorite song, air drumming and twirling until she bumped into someone and almost lost the glasses perched precariously on her nose. She looked up bleary eyed and blinked.

“It’s New Year’s Eve,” she said as if she needed an excuse to be tipsy.

[sayhellobello-deactivated201609]

Ezra stood on the stage lightly tapping his thighs to the beat of Only Love’s song they’d be performing tonight. He knew he had it down, it was one of his favorites, but it never hurt to refresh a little. He stood on the stage, smiling wide and moving his head, imagining how epic the show was going to be. He was pulled out of this trance by a feminine voice. 

His head darted towards her. “Oh….siento. I was just getting my mind there for tonight, ya’know?” He eyed her food and got a little closer. “Not even a bite? Selfish.” He teased sitting beside her.

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio looked at the guy blankly, her dark eyes taking him in curiously trying to place him. She was a bit behind in the popular bands out there, her taste usually stuck to indie and underground groups still playing in bars but she thought he looked familiar. She couldn’t place him, thought.

“You playing tonight I take it,” she said more than asked as she went back to eating her fries, sucking the ketchup off her fingers before digging back into the cup of vinegar and ketchup drowning fries. She looked at him when he started talking about her food, purposefully holding the precious fried spuds closer. “Dude, I’m warning you, I don’t share.”

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio sat on the stage before the first show, swinging her legs and enjoying the first of many fried foods of the day. Smothered in ketchup and vinegar, Rocio munched away at her fries until she noticed someone lingering just out of the corner of her eye.

“It’s rude to stalk people, man,” she said flatly as she continued eating, “And now I’m not sharing.”

[ellisvaughn]

“The size of this entire thing is a bit overwhelming to me at times, too much to see all at once. I can’t decide where to start. A day all to myself, endless possibilities, and I’m still just stuck in one place trying to pick a direction.”

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

“Forward is always a good start,” Rocio mumbled standing behind the blonde with a bored expression. She had a soda in her hand and slurped loudly as if adding to her subtle annoyance. “That’s what most people do anyway.”

[smhrhett]

“I’ve gotta make a produce run,” Rhett announced, with a light sigh. “Would anyone want to join me? I plan on going to the farmer’s market.” In one swift movement, he had his leather jacket on. He always made these runs himself because he was very picky about what ingredients he used, however he brought along anyone who wanted to join him. He enjoyed company as much as he enjoyed solitude. He would take Ava with him on these trips sometimes, as long as he had someone with him. Depending on where they were, Farmer’s Markets could be pretty busy. It was certainly more calm then the tour, but during the shows he had a nanny watching over Ava. He bundled Ava up, putting her own little leather jacket on her. He awaited an answer as he picked Ava up.

[thtfreakindrummer-blog]

Rocio had been hanging around the food truck a lot lately, she liked Rhett and she loved his food. Healthier than most of the junk she usually ate so she liked to be seen there so she could say she was watching what she ate. When he mentioned a produce run she mulled over the idea, watching him dress the little one up. Usually, Rocio didn’t really like kids but Ava was kind of cool. She didn’t mind that kid as much. Fishing in the pocket of her old army jacket, she pulled out her wallet and ensured she had enough cash to buy some fruit for herself. “I’ll tag along,” she offered looking at Rhett, “If you really don’t care, place is dead before shows anyway so it’ll kill time.” She shrugged and tugged her grey beanie down further over her ears.